The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1887-09-02
NO. 2.

Ark period, a bedstead which had como
over on the Mayfiower and a rheumatic
old stand made in 1875 held up a tin
wash-dish and blue pitcher without a
handle.
''Is this the ct al, Mr.. BowserP"
asked as dropped into the only chair
with baby and looked around.
''DO you want the earthP" he roared
back. "What'do we come to the coun-
try for? Do we expect to find palaces
out here? L tell you, this is the most
picturesque, romantic spot I've seen in
twenty years, and | propose to put in
two months here!'
l finally got baby to sleep, made my
toilet and then went out with Mr. Bow
ser to view the neighborhood.
There was lake.
1t was almost forty rods long, and
almost twenty rods wide.
There were post-ofiice and black
smith shop.
There were two hay-stacks, a ruined
saw-mill and a lame horse.
That was all, and / returned to the
hotel while Mr.. Bowser went fishing.
We had supper at SIX o'clock. The
landlady rang three bells. The first
was to notify us that we could expect
supper; the second was that supper
was being prepared; the third that
supper was ready. Between the differ
ent bells Mr.. Bowser picked the burrs
off his pantaloons, rubbed some oint-
ment on his neck, and said to me:
1--WE all feel the change already.
haven't seen you and baby look so we'll
in six months, while / have the appe-
tite of a horse. think we'll put in
three months here"
When we went in to supper we found
knives and forks without handles,
cracked plates and a table cloth with
seven holes literally and artistically
distributed throughout its length and
breadth. The tea might have been
sage, or it might have been catnip.
The biscuits were yellow with salera-
tus. The butter was white in the face
and tasted of the last generation.
There were some fried eggs, but they
had scared a setting hen off the nest to
get them. The milk in the pitcher had
turned. 1t probably belonged to the
Turner society. Mr.. Bowser tried to
stuff himself in order to carry his
point, but it was no use. He might
have restrained himself until morning
had 1 not said as we returned to the
bedroom:
Gas for living, yum! YUM Think Of
cream. fresh eggs, yel-r'
Eyes. think of itr' he roared "Who
got me out here! Who was whining
about the pure air of the country
finding fault with our table-complain-
ing of our 14x18 bedroomi You've
succeeded in dragging us out here, and
now l hope you feel betterT'
We sat on the veranda and fought
mosquitoes until ten o'clock and then
went to bed. 1t was bedstead with a
cord in it, and it was straw bed on
which we slept. There wasn't mos
quito bar at any door or window in the
house and we were hardly in bed be-
fore the pests pitched on us. Seven
different times before midnight did Mr..
Bowser get out of bed, light the tallow
dip and attack the enemy. He was
getting out for the eighth time
when the cord broke and we
all went through to the floor
Then we got up and sat up the rest of
the night, catching cat-naps be tween
the bites. We might not have known
when day broke, except for the kindly
interest taken in us by stray hog. The
beast crept under the house, and the
space was so small that he lifted the
boards under our feet with his back.
When we felt the boards lift we knew
that another day had dawned upon the
picturesque locality.
We left the hotel before breakfast
and were home to dinner. Mr.. Bow
ser seemed very much occupied with
his thoughts on the way home, and
when we finally entered the house he
turned on me and said:
"Mrs. Bowser, I'm man who can
bear good deal before losing my tenn
per, but ! want to give you fair warm
ing right here and now that / want no
more of your nonsense! The next
time you mention country to me-the
next time you dragoon me into another
excursion of this kind shall be justi-
fed in-in-r'
And he kicked the trunk, pitched bis
fishing tackle into the back yard, and
went out TO get some cold cream for
his blisters, burns and bites. Detroit